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Ghosts from the past weave spells in the present to draw a curtain of uncertainty over the future. The wolf howls, the flower ebbs, the scarlet glow of autumn tinges the soul of the lovelorn with fading echoes of petal-soft promises whispered amid silvery shimmers of lost bewitching moonlight.
